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Three Years and Counting	By : icejadeus Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Roger, Novak or anyone else of the ATP, WTA tour. This is a work of fiction and I do not get money for it.

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Chapter One: Australian Open I
Melbourne, Australia
Novak Djokovic sighed as he entered the hotel that was going to be his home for the next two weeks. With a sigh he came up to the front desk to check in. “Welcome to the Stamford Park, Mr. Djokovic,” the concierge said.
“Thank you,” Novak said. “Checking in.” The concierge looked for a check in paper for him to sign as Novak search for his wallet in his bag to get his credit card. The next thing the concierge said sent a chill through his body.
“Welcome to the Stamford Park, Mr. Federer.” Novak felt someone stand beside him and bump elbows with him.
“Thank you,” Roger said as Novak chanced a glance and notice how close their hands were on the counter. All he had to do was stretch out his finger and it would graze the back of Roger's hand. He waited until the hotel employee had his back turned to do just that and he saw Roger smirk. The concierge handed Novak a paper to fill out and Novak reached for a pen. His arm brushed up against Roger's and the concierge was none the wiser at Roger's little chuckle. “Novak,” he said.
“Roger,” the Serb said. “How was your Christmas holiday?” he asked filling out the form in front of him. He kept his eyes down as Roger pondered the question.
Flashback
Novak and Roger were wrapped up in each other in Novak's bed. Novak's legs were wrapped around Roger's waist while Roger's arms were wrapped around Novak. His mouth attached to the Serb's neck as his kissed and sucked it. They both moaned deeply as Roger thrust into Novak. “Roger,” Novak moaned.
“Novak,” Roger moaned and he changed his thrust angle and the Serb let out a gasped moan.
End Flashback
“Fantastic,” he said causing the Serb to smile as he signed the check in paper because he knew what Roger was thinking about. Roger couldn't stay for long so they used what little time they had to spend as much time together. They didn't leave the bedroom until the day Roger had to leave. Then again, Roger did get out of the bed to get food from the kitchen. They were only human after all.
“Your keys, Mr. Djokovic,” the concierge said handing Novak three keys. His mother will get one and he planned to give Roger the other one. He gathered the three keys and then gathered his things. He listened as Roger communicated with the concierge and he walked behind him. He discreetly slipped a key card into Roger's back pocket of his jeans. Roger cleared his throat when Novak pinched his butt before heading to the elevator.
As Roger finished his check in, a delivery boy came in with a white box and Roger smiled knowing what was in the small box. “Can I help you, young man?” the concierge asked.
“Delivery for Mr. Djokovic,” he said putting the box down on the counter. The concierge gave the boy a tip and flagged someone over. A bellhop came over and took the box from him.
“Mr. Djokovic just checked into room 515,” the concierge said and Roger made a mental note of the room number as the bellhop nodded before taking off. Roger got his keys and managed to get into the elevator with the bellhop. He watched as the bellhop opened the box slightly to see three roses before reaching for the card.
“Should you be doing that?” he asked and the bellhop closed the box back up like he got his hand caught in the cookie jar.
“Sorry,” the bellhop said. “It's just weird that a guy is getting flowers from someone.”
“Why is that weird?” he asked. “Someone obviously loves him very much,” he said.
“It's just I've gotten stuck twice already doing this,” he said. “This is the third time and I wanted to see who signed the card.”
“That's personal,” Roger said to him. “Who cares if you've gotten stuck with the delivering job.” The bellhop sighed as the elevator dinged arriving at the fifth floor. Roger watched him exit the elevator before the doors closed to continue on to his floor. “Nosy creep,” he muttered.
Novak was just getting settled when there was a knock on the door. He headed over and opened the door to find a bellhop. “Flower delivery arrived at the front desk for you, Mr. Djokovic,” he said presenting the box of flowers to him.
“Thanks,” he said taking the box. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty pound note and gave it to him.
“Thank you,” the bellhop said before he closed the door and sighed out. He opened the box and smiled seeing three simple roses with greens and baby's breath. Their stems were wrapped together in a water tube so they would last until he had gotten them. He noticed the card and took it out to read it.
Happy Anniversary, baby. Love, R-
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. It rang only once before someone picked up.
“Get your flowers?” a voice asked.
“I did,” he said sitting down.
“Three years together,” Roger said. They both considered the Australian Open when they got together. No matter what their little support group thought. According to Rafa and the others, they didn't become a couple until they had sex in Indian Wells, but they let them think that.
“The bellhop just dropped them off,” Novak said as he admired his roses.
“I rode up in the elevator with them,” Roger said. “That bellhop has somehow got the job of delivery those to you since I started it,” he said causing Novak to chuckle. “He tried to look at the note inside, but I stopped him.”
“My hero,” Novak said causing him to chuckle. “I thought he looked familiar,” he laughed. “If it helps, I've been giving him twenty pound tips,” he said causing Roger to laugh.
“I'm sure it does.”
“So, can you come over tonight?” Novak asked.
“You bet your ass I’m coming over,” he said.
“Well, that will have to wait until I talk with you,” he said.
“Okay. I'll be there around ten.”
“Okay,” he said. “Thanks for the roses. I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” Roger said before hanging up.
Ten o'clock came and Novak was trying not to fall asleep when he heard his door beep. He sat up in bed as the door opened and then closed. “Novak?”
“Bedroom,” he called out and Roger came in, his tennis bag around his shoulder. He knelt down in front of Novak who let out a sigh.
“What's wrong?” Roger asked.
“My father knows about me,” Novak said.
“He knows you're gay?” Roger asked and he nodded. “You didn't tell him over the holidays did you?”
“I didn't have a choice,” Novak said. “Ever since Jelena found out I was gay, she knew all hope was lost of getting together with me, but that didn't stop, Dad.”
“What did he do?”
“He invited some other daughter of a family friend over for our Christmas party,” Novak said. “He introduced the two of us hoping something would spark and nothing did, but it didn't stop her from trying.”
“She try to have sex with you?” he asked.
“Almost succeeded,” Novak said. “I brushed her off, she huffed off and Dad got mad and I just ….”
“Oh, no.”
“I blurted it out and outed myself in front of not only Dad, but friends and family,” Novak said. “Mum tried to help, but I set myself up. After Christmas, I flew back to Monte Carlo.”
“Lucky for me, Mirka got me a plane ticket to there for Christmas already.” Novak chuckled.
“I really wasn't expecting you to be there when I got in, but I was glad you were,” he said thankful that he made a copy of his condo key for Roger.
“What I don't understand,” Roger said standing up, “is why you didn't tell me then.”
“Because as soon as I saw you I jumped you, remember?” he asked and Roger chuckled. “It slipped my mind,” he said. “I only just remembered because my mum is coming and my father may not.”
“But it's a Grand Slam tournament,” Roger said and Novak shrugged.
“Make matters worse, I told him I had a boyfriend,” he said. “Now he's going to make it his life's mission to find out who this mysterious boyfriend of mine is.”
“He'll explode when he finds out it's me,” Roger said sitting next to him. He kissed Novak softly before pushing him back onto the bed. “You might have to spend more time in my room then me coming to yours,” he said swinging a leg over to straddle Novak.
“Maybe,” he said. “I heard about your Rally for Relief for the victims of the Queensland Floods. Count me in,” he said.
“Good,” Roger said. “So, now that that's out of the way, can we get to business?” he asked before taking off his shirt.
“Sure,” he said before Roger covered him with his body. “Make love to me, Roger,” he said.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Roger said before capturing his lips in a kiss. Novak moaned softly as Roger's hands ran down his sides. “I'm going to make love to you all night,” he said kissing down Novak's neck.
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It was two in the morning when Novak was startled awake. He wasn't sure what caused him to wake up until there was a knock on the door. He looked behind him to see Roger was still sleeping and he managed to free himself from the Swiss limbs that held him. Somehow in the dark, he managed to find some clothes and put them on. He hurried to the door and unlatched the lock before opening the door a bit. There stood Jelena Jankovic. “Jelena?” he asked.
“Sorry, but I can't sleep,” she said.
“So, you decided to bother me. Oh, goody,” he said. “You know, I was nice and warm in my bed, spooning with my boyfriend,” he said causing her to gasp. She knew he was gay and had a boyfriend, but she didn't know who that boyfriend was.
“Can I meet him?” she asked eagerly.
“He's sleeping,” he stated.
“I can wait,” she said.
“It's two in the morning,” he said. “I'm not waking him up just so you can meet him.” Jelena whined and Novak let out a sigh. “You want to meet him, talk with Ana.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because she knows who he is and she's part of our support group,” he said.
“Support group?” she asked before gasping out. “Oh, my God. Is your boyfriend another tennis player?” she whispered frantically before he shut the door.
Novak took off his clothes and climbed back into bed with Roger. Roger's arm came around him and pulled him closer. “Who was that?”
“Jelena. She couldn't sleep, so she decided to wake me up,” he said.
“Us,” Roger corrected. “I was up at the first knock, but it wasn't my room, so I stayed in bed.”
“Well, we might get a new member in our support group,” Novak said as Roger kissed his neck.
“Fine with me,” the Swiss man said. “The more the merrier,” he added causing Novak to chuckle.
Meanwhile …..........
Jelena headed over to Ana's room where she was sure her fellow Serb was up. She wasn't sure why, but it seemed that Novak did better with the time zones than his other Serbs. Maybe his boyfriend was the reason for that. She knocked on the door softly so she wouldn't wake anyone up and waited. The door opened to show a wide awake Serbian, Ana Ivonavic. “Ana, Nole said something about a support group that I needed to join.” Ana groaned and stepped aside, gesturing her to come in.
“Might as well,” she said.
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